Recently, I attended an event at Littlefield, a bar and performance space here in Brooklyn. When I arrived, I was greeted by the most awesome piece of art I had ever seen. Here is a picture of me with it, looking very pleased with myself:

Her life was perfectly normal until a few months ago, when she was diagnosed with diabetes and a thyroid condition. Unfortunately, her owner could not afford her medication, and so Carmen “attacked” her and her son. And then they called 911.

There are a lot of snarky things that could be sad about this story, but mostly it makes me sad, because it’s eerily similar to what happened to my childhood cat, minus the actual diagnosis. Poor Carmen.

“In turning down the kitty-plea, the court said they respected religious freedom, but that there’s no proof that cat is in fact Keonig’s mother reborn, the Telegraph reported. The court did note he would be able to write the cat, but there’s no indication his mother retained her reading skills after transitioning to feline form.”